455 Losing to the Point of Doubting Life 455 Losing to the Point of Doubting Life Jian Linyuan smiled faintly and said, “No, no, I practice the Slaughter Skill,”
“I kill, not fight.”
“Only those who must die will see me strike.”
Jiang Fan’s pupils contracted slightly.
*Could there truly be people in this world who cultivated the Slaughter Skill?*
*He had once read about it in an ancient manuscript.*
*Among the myriad paths of magic cultivation, there were some exceedingly niche methods.*
*The Slaughter Skill was one of them.*
*Practitioners of such a path seldom met a good end.*
*Because, reaching the peak of cultivation meant only one outcome—loss of mind.*
Cultivating this technique involved more than just mastering various dangerous and terrifying techniques.
One also had to consume the blood of violent demon beasts from a young age, fostering a bloodthirsty bloodline.
Once they made a move,
The bloodthirsty bloodline would activate automatically, thrusting them into a crazed state of bloodlust.
Their hearing, vision, touch, sensitivity, and agility would all rise to inhuman levels in an instant.
When paired with their Killing Skill,
Their combat capabilities became absolutely frightening.
The most terrifying part was that, in their bloodthirsty state, rationality would cease to exist.
Unless their opponent died, they would continue fighting ceaselessly.
*Who wouldn’t fear encountering such a violent and dangerous martial artist?*
The Slaughter Skill was widely recognized as the most powerful combat style.
*Its fall from favor stemmed from its inherent danger—the deeper one cultivated it, the more mental clarity was eroded by the bloodthirsty bloodline.*
*In the end, one would lose the ability to regain their human rationality.*
*Driven to madness, they would transform into a demon.*
Their eventual fate involved either being prematurely slain by a stronger opponent or causing chaos as a demon before being killed.
*No exceptions had ever been made.*
Before him stood a silver-haired man with a calm and insightful gaze.
This person actually turned out to be a practitioner of the legendary Slaughter Skill.
*It was nothing like the savage, unpredictable, and easily enraged figure Jiang Fan had imagined.*
Jiang Fan nodded and replied, “Well, that’s just fine.”
“As for my sect affiliation,”
“It’s the same as yours.”
“None of your business!”
Having said that,
He mobilized his spiritual power at his feet, preparing to use his movement technique to leave the area.
Jian Linyuan didn’t try to stop him.
Instead, he chuckled gracefully, “If you won’t say, so be it.”
“With your strength, it’s only a matter of time before you join the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion.”
“You’ll find out then.”
“As your future senior brother, let me give you a word of advice.”
“The demon race’s blood aura on you is beginning to surface; if you keep killing, the aura will cling to you.”
“At that point, you’ll become the common enemy of the demon race.”
Jiang Fan’s eyes flickered.
He was reminded of Ye Cangyuan, who guarded this region.
That man had killed so much that a palpable layer of blood aura flowed visibly around him.
Taking Jian Linyuan’s words to heart, Jiang Fan cupped his hands and said, “Thanks for the warning!”
“Farewell!”
Whoosh!
He transformed into a fleeting shadow and vanished amidst the boundless snowfield.
Leng Qingzhu and the others sat on the ground, somewhat stunned.